After His Demise, the Demon Lord's Doted Canary Finally Sees the Light - Chapter 34

The immortal realm was vast and hazy. Jiufang Cangze walked on the misty auspicious clouds, but soon he couldn’t tell where he was anymore.

He stopped, calming his mind. His spiritual core’s demonic energy surged, but it was like it was blocked by a barrier. He could sense it, but he couldn’t use it.

Perhaps this was what Qiu Fuxue felt when demonic energy entered his body.

Lost in thought for a moment, Jiufang Cangze impatiently waved away the white mist in front of him. He suddenly noticed something moving in the mist and heading toward him.

He had been through a lot of trials, so he wasn’t afraid. He stood still, ready for anything.

The object in the mist quickly took shape. It was a snow-white immortal deer that stopped in front of him.

Where the deer stood, the mist dissipated. It stared at him with a pair of dark eyes and waved its large antlers, gesturing for Jiufang Cangze to follow.

Jiufang Cangze narrowed his eyes, clenching his fists. He suddenly looked up and shouted to his surroundings, “Taichu (太初)! Come out! I know you’re here!”

His angry voice was swallowed by the endless white void, and he couldn’t even hear an echo.

The immortal deer, seeing that he was stubborn, shook its head helplessly and then turned, stepping into the mist to forge a clear path for him.

Jiufang Cangze, getting no response, gritted his teeth in frustration. He lifted his foot and followed the small path.

After a short walk, the sound of flowing water reached his ears. The closer he got, the louder it became. His tall figure finally emerged from the misty formation, and what greeted him was a towering, wide waterfall.

The immortal deer turned back, letting out two calls, and with an easy leap of its graceful limbs, jumped into the waterfall.

Jiufang Cangze followed closely. Behind the waterfall was a cave. As someone used to being arrogant and without the aid of his spiritual power, he was caught off guard and tripped on the loose rocks at the entrance, falling to the ground.

He slammed his fist on the ground, filled with bitter resentment. In front of Taichu, he was always so pathetic.

When he looked up again, the surroundings were pitch black. The waterfall he had entered through was gone. The immortal realm’s operation was completely subject to its creator’s will, and it was clear Taichu was intentionally making a fool of him!

Jiufang Cangze got up and fumbled in the dark, unable to see the path. He walked right into a fork in the road.

In the darkness, a sigh seemed to come from in front of him. The immortal deer used its antlers to nudge the fumbling man aside, then shook its head. Its antlers lit up with a faint glow, illuminating the way forward.

Jiufang Cangze pouted and let out a small “tsk.” To figure out what tricks Taichu was up to, he reluctantly followed the immortal deer deeper into the cave.

The end of the cave was a half-open door. Jiufang Cangze pushed it open and walked inside. Beyond the door, a faint light shone, at least allowing him to see. When he looked back, the immortal deer had disappeared without a trace.

Once again, his retreat was cut off.

“Taichu, what exactly do you want to do…?”

The path he had just taken was not short. Jiufang Cangze rested against the stone wall for a while, but his fingertips felt an unevenness on the surface.

A mural?

He furrowed his brow and leaned in. The flickering light, as if knowing his thoughts, suddenly grew brighter, revealing the entire scene on the wall.

“…Thank you.”

Jiufang Cangze gave an indifferent glare at the empty space above.

He turned back to look at the murals more closely, and his heart was seized with shock.

What was painted there was the scene of the Demon Clan’s invasion of the Thousand Thoughts Sect, the very first time he and Qiu Fuxue fought.

Before that, he had been asleep for three thousand years.

The long winding path seemed to have no end. He followed the road, examining the murals, which chronicled everything that had happened since he and Qiu Fuxue first met.

This included things he didn’t know, like Qiu Fuxue’s life of cultivation at the Thousand Thoughts Sect and the year he was unable to move due to the influence of the Nine Fiends.

Was Taichu watching them?

Jiufang Cangze quickly scanned each mural. However, the entire story stopped abruptly at the scene where the white lotus withered.

He stopped, raising his hand to touch the faded pistil.

Qiu Fuxue was dead. The story had ended.

But the tunnel was far from its end. Jiufang Cangze’s heart seemed to be stirred, and he suddenly began to run forward.

The flickering light guided him. He ran for a long time, so long that he had lost track of time. Finally, at the end of the path, a massive mural appeared before him.

A divine sign had appeared in the heavens. A disaster of fierce spirits swept across the world. In the painting, a cracked stone wall stood in front of a withering white lotus, seemingly protecting it from all hardship.

“How ridiculous.”

A sarcastic smile curved his lips. Jiufang Cangze looked at the mural for a while, then suddenly raised his fist and punched the wall.

A small crack appeared in a corner of the mural. Blood trickled down. Jiufang Cangze shook the blood from his fist, his expression calm as if he felt no pain from the wound.

“Taichu, what a pity you wasted your talent. You should’ve been writing novels for the mortals.”

The glow floated silently in the air. Jiufang Cangze continued, “If I could change my fate once at your hands, I can do it a second time!”

With that, he turned to walk back, but the path behind him had been sealed by a giant boulder at some point.

The creak of a mechanism sounded, and countless sharp arrows suddenly shot out from the cracks in the boulder.

Their cold gleam was aimed directly at his crimson eyes. Jiufang Cangze frowned, his fingers unconsciously moving over his sleeve.

“You’re an ancient deity, yet you’re so petty over a few words?”

The arrows collectively turned, looking as if they were ready to fire.

Jiufang Cangze secretly calculated the odds of him being turned into a hedgehog. He reluctantly mumbled, “My mistake…”

When you’re at someone’s mercy, it’s best to know your place.

Suddenly, the sound of flowing water came from behind him again. The mural he had just punched vanished into thin air, replaced by the waterfall he had entered from.

The arrow mechanism offered him a chance to live but had no intention of letting him off the hook.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! The sounds of arrows firing came one after another. Jiufang Cangze frantically crossed the waterfall and escaped to the outside, but a few sharp arrows still grazed his sleeve, leaving bloody marks on his shoulder and leg.

He fell into the shallow water at the bottom of the waterfall, rolling a few times. The blood dyed the water a pale red, and he looked quite a mess.

Jiufang Cangze clutched the wound on his shoulder and got up, yelling hatefully, “Taichu, you bastard!”

But just as he was fuming, the towering waterfall vanished. He turned and saw that a few white lotus flowers had bloomed at his feet, with a cold layer of ice underneath.

The cold made him shiver, and when he looked up, he found he was back in the lotus pond.

He had gone in a big circle only to be thrown back here in the end.

Taichu was indeed still alive.

He resignedly crawled onto the shore to lie down, but then he suddenly heard a few difficult groans from within the lotus pond.

“Qiu Fuxue…?”

Remembering that Qiu Fuxue’s corpse was in the pond, he scrambled to his feet and rushed to the deep end, only to be disappointed. It was just Li Yun, desperately infusing his spiritual energy into the gradually decaying body.

Of course. The body was already rotting. How could it possibly come back to life?

Jiufang Cangze lowered his gaze, concealing the emotions in his eyes.